Today is what Liz and I have decided to call a “crash day.”
I was a zombie. I slept most of the day I guess I needed it. I feel much more normal now. It was a busy week! Not so much “busy” in the most straight-forward sense, I guess, in like working a super large number of hours and overtime and whatnot. I didn’t. But I did tackle some things this week that I’d been either putting off, or was saying no to entirely because of…fear, I guess at the root of it. And I said yes to those things this week instead.
Guess what? Didn’t die. Rather liked the work, actually.
It was a good, stretching kind of week, and I really just needed a day to check out and rest. So, I did. Praise be to baby yoda.
The fire alarm went off at the building this evening. Coco used to get so freaked out by the sound, she’d just panic. Well, not tonight. She didn’t even wake up from her sleep, actually…which tells us that Coco is now deaf. At least functionally. I don’t think she can hear anything any more. Poor baby girl. But, she can definitely still see, and she can definitely still smell. Smell, in particular, that’s the ticket. That’s the sense that’s most important to doggos. But hear, she cannot.
Ah. Good day today. I didn’t get anything done…but I didn’t need to. It was a good day.